Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Ain't Nothin' (feat. Young De) , by - Cypress Hill. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Ain't Nothin' (feat. Young De) |
| I used to carry a Glock on the waist line |
| Man I don’t waste time |
| I’m strong on the bass line |
| You’ll never taste mine |
| See me on the screen |
| Fuckers beggin' for face time |
| Get your own tape |
| But don’t bother to chase mine |
| I got a block, man, we havin' a great time |
| You couldn’t fill the shoes |
| Anytime that I laced mine |
| Light up the stage |
| For the homies we make shine |
| Sick the dogs on you get more by the K-9 |
| Homies on the yard never walk in the main line |
| The manes find that they can never be in the game |
| I’m lettin' off rounds |
| Hittin' blunts at the same time |
| Pick a crew homie |
| You a neon to save time |
| Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes |
| We put you all to shame |
| You never went through the same grind |
| Put you in the bind the minute you came by |
| So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain |
| You wanna step up get your ass touched |
| You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff |
| Try to test us, you’s gonna get smashed up |
| You wanna run wit the dogs? |
| Get your cash up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get your straps up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get your stash up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get amped up |
| You wanna run wit the dogs? |
| Get your cash up |
| I’m right here on the block |
| When it’s time to ride out, you know what I’m all about |
| Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down |
| Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down |
| Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now |
| Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle’s of Jack |
| 2 fifth’s in the back and everyone I’m with’s strapped |
| What ever happened |
| To chin checkin' and wreckin' fools |
| Try disrespecting me |
| My Smith & Wesson is endin' you |
| And I ain’t changed since back in the day |
| Get your shit split quick if you get in my face |
| You wanna run with the dog |
| Better stay in your place |
| Cuss your little ass name, don’t hold no weight |
| And your little ass safe couldn’t hold my cake |
| Get your asks denied down the road I take |
| And let me tell you one more thing before I skate |
| If you a fake or a snake, I’mma send you to your grave |
| You wanna step up get your ass touched |
| You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff |
| Try to test us, you’s gonna get smashed up |
| You wanna run wit the dogs? |
| Get your cash up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get your straps up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get your stash up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get amped up |
| You wanna run wit the dogs? |
| Get your cash up |
| Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter |
| With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas |
| Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas |
| I’m a real gun busta so don’t ever try to rush us |
| Can’t nobody touch us that don’t leave on crutches |
| Or worse, get a ride in a Hearse with their bodies covered |
| It’s gunna be a cold summer |
| As soon as the hilt drops |
| ALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP |
| A couple scums in the street |
| We don’t care what you Bustas think |
| It might sink in sometime |
| But I won’t blink |
| We go against everything |
| Smoke all the green |
| Got the flow wrong, swing it ain’t nothing to me |
| We put it down anywhere like it’s something to see |
| So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters degree |
| And when you wanna get loud son I’m ready to work |
| Punks act up and you bound to get hurt |
| You wanna step up get your ass touched |
| You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff |
| Try to test us, you’s gonna get smashed up |
| You wanna run wit the dogs? |
| Get your cash up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get your straps up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get your stash up |
| Git it |
| You gotta get amped up |
| You wanna run wit the dogs? |
| Get your cash up |